I once live in a place where nearby there was a ‘club’ called “Rip Yo Pantes”. Yes, there was an ‘e’ at the end of ‘pant’, followed by an ‘s’.
It was in the Caribbean, and the locals weren’t so good at English with their Spanish national language and everything. But they tried. The sign was written sloppily on a big piece of plywood atop a wooden shack on stilts, and it looked like if a strong enough wind came through, a lot more than pants would be getting ripped – like umm, the roof, or maybe all of the walls.
I never went into the club because at that time all I owned were swimming trunks, I figured they might not let me in. Or if they did, they might try and rip them right off and take advantage of me or something. I never met anyone who went into the club either – it was a place of mystery. I imagine on the inside, a lot of carribbean people sweated and grinded against each other until their clothing was torn, then they’d call it a night and head home.
Sorry, I wish I could tell you more about the place, but I was scared of it.
It’s just as well that you didn’t go in there. You probably would have left with the clap or a cold sore.
One didn’t need to enter any clubs for that kind of bad stuff to happen.
For the record, the rashes were from constant tropical heat and too much laundry detergent.
Sounds more like a twisted version of Caribbean porn. Too bad you missed it dude.
You lived in the Caribbean?!?!? Well, now I’m just jealous!
Candy: I have many regrets, but getting down and dirty in a rickety shack with island people and sweaty tourists that lacked judgment isn’t one of them. Okay, it is.
E: I’ve lived in a lot of places that I couldn’t escape from without a lot of money and the help of convicts.
I’m pretty sure I saw you there most every Thursday night.
And I’m still glad I never went home with you for that “incredible” blow job you kept promising.
That sounds like one of those places you wake up in a bathtub full of ice and a kidney missing after a night of fun.
My butthole hurt too, um I mean YOUR butthole might hurt after….
Once again, I have to thank you. It is 10:23 pm and I just barely had my first laugh of the day reading this post. Hubbs has been sick since Saturday and I don’t know how much more I can handle!!!!!!
That was a lot of exclamation points…
I wish you would have ventured into that joint… how can you leave any mystery unsolved?